Archive for April, 2010

The Right Thing to Do


2010
04.09

It amuses me when people talk about “destroying the Earth”. Mankind lacks the technology to do this. What we are capable of doing is merely destroying our own resources and creating an environment where human life cannot be sustained. We can trigger climate change, run out of space to put our trash, destroy enough forests to feel severe repercussions, run out of fresh water and space to grow food and possible destroy each other with nuclear weapons. None of these things will destroy the planet. They will merely make it harder for humans to survive. I’m sure cockroaches would be around long after humans are gone. So will bacteria, viruses (why is it viruses and not virii?) insects, parts of marine life and all other life forms that have been around longer than us.

For a long time, my list of people who annoyed me was topped by those who don’t care about doing the ecologically correct thing. You know, people who drive when they can walk, who toss things into the trash even though there’s a recycling bin right there, who prefer paper towels to cloth, use harsh cleaners when soap and water are good enough. People who cannot use energy efficient bulbs or turn off the light or use less water or live without air conditioning. People who are just not bothered or, in some cases, just too stupid to realize, that their actions hurt their race more than anyone else.

What baffles me more than anything else is why people don’t realize that by doing the environmentally correct thing to do they aren’t being nice to the planet, they’re being nice to themselves. Most of our generation is going to live long enough to see the repercussions of climate change, overpopulation and our dependence on fossil fuels. We’re going to see the world fight over water and in our lifetime, the Indian tiger will be extinct and Himalayan glaciers will disappear.

So “the right thing to do” is not just the right thing, it’s the only thing left to do if we’re looking to survive. Thoughts?

She Who Must Not Be Named


2010
04.08

Lord Voldemort is not the only one to have his soul in seven pieces. I do too. As do most of us. We just don’t realize it.

Google has the biggest piece of my soul. Google knows every word I ever typed in chat, kind of owns every email I ever sent and wrote, every search that was saved before I turned off my search history, every place I ever plotted on a map, every query I ever typed, starting from “Lord Voldemort” to “Who the heck is Savita Bhabhi?” and that’s not counting Youtube.

Microsoft owns a large chunk. For all I know, I might have given them a piece of my soul each time I scrolled to the bottom of a user agreement and clicked “I Accept” without reading what I accepted. Oh, Microsoft also probably knows the date, if not the details of every last computer catastrophe that ever befell on me.

The American bureaucracy and everyone who ever ran a credit check on me own a bit of my soul. They know everything about when and where I was born, how many times I got into an airplane, every address I lived at, every time I paid my credit card bill and miscellaneous information like how much I weigh, the color of my eyes, all my fingerprints, my palm prints and possibly brainwave patterns too.

Wal-Mart owns a decent sized chunk of my soul. No matter how much I might hate to shop there, when I do, I seem to compensate for all the times I stayed away. Given the size of Wal-Mart’s data warehouse (there are training programs to help vendors make sense of the data they get from it), I’m probably in there. And well, you really can’t shop at Wal-Mart without losing a bit of your soul.

I don’t think I can pay for my cellphone (or internet or TV) without parting with a bit of my soul.

My health insurance provider ensures my physical well being for a piece of my soul.

All my banks can get together and decide how they want to split what’s left. The time, date, place and value of every last transaction, ATM access, every last check and balance enquiry. And if that’s not enough, they’re revamping the machines to take my money even if I wave my card in their general direction

That brings the total to seven pieces. Give or take a couple. Perhaps I could migrate to Antarctica… Is it too late to mutate into a penguin?

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